
Yesterday I woke up early to finish the day’s blog post, but after I watched a clip of Toddler and Tiaras, my browser crashed, taking my post along with it. So I went back to bed. Which about sums up my week.
I’m so full of ideas and plans, but just thinking about the breadth and work involved in them makes me want a nap. I know I need to break everything down into bite-sized, achievable chunks, but then there’s a show about spray tanning three year olds on, and I can’t really miss that.
There’s an intellectual debate on whether or not we’re bored enough as a society. The premise being, the intense focus and concentration needed to do thoughtful research, and have the “big” ideas, is inherently boring. Why the heck would you sit there reading Proust when people are livetweeting Downton Abbey? Why!
Also, have you read Bossypants yet? Fey has a really great passage that I’m starting to apply to blogging:
‘The show doesn’t go on because it’s ready; it goes on because it’s 11:30.’ … You have to try your hardest to be at the top of your game and improve every joke you can until the last possible second, and then you have to let it go. [...] It will never be perfect, but perfect is overrated. Perfect is boring on live TV.
I love that.
This is all to say, I have an editing deadline. Crap to do. Plans to make. Like everyone else.
Have a great weekend.